19. Marcella
nineteen
Marcella
Present Day
I should hate him.
After what happened. After what I’m about to do.
The hallway seems endlessly long.
Fluorescent lights above flicker faintly, casting long shadows on the sterile walls.
My heels click against the polished floor, the sound sharp and echoing in the emptiness. This has been the worst day of my life. Unbelievable grief. Confusing emotions.
The air is thick, charged, like the calm before a storm.
I see a sliver of light seeping out of the room. My feet move on their own, drawn to it like a moth to a flame. The door is slightly ajar. I push it open, my breath catching in my throat.
The stark room is bathed in warm, golden light, a stark contrast to the cold, clinical hallway. A hospital bed sits in the center, and perched on the edge is Seamus. Right where I left him.
His longish, wavy hair falls into his face, the brown strands catch the light as his piercing blue eyes lock on to mine. He wears blue scrubs, the fabric clings to his muscular frame making my stomach flip.
A slow, knowing smile spreads across his face, and my heart skips a beat.
“ Marcella .” His deep tone is like velvet.
I should turn around and leave again. This is wrong. My feet won’t move. Instead, I step inside and the door clicks shut behind me. I can’t tear my eyes away from him.
“I shouldn’t be here,” I whisper and swallow hard.
I want to be here. My nipples pebble under his heated stare. Arousal soaks my panties.
Seamus stands, slow and deliberate and takes a step toward me. “You should.” He takes my hand without breaking eye contact. “You want this as much as I do.”
I open my mouth to deny it. The words won’t come. He’s absolutely right. I have been thinking about him nonstop. For too long. Now, we’re close enough for me to smell the faint scent of his cologne—warm and woodsy, with a hint of spice.
His free hand cups my cheek tenderly. I shiver at the contact.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his gaze roaming over my face. “So sexy in your power suit. Your warrior princess armor.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I try to step back, never comfortable being assessed this way.
“Yes, you do.” He rakes his eyes up and down my body appreciatively. “You hide behind the wall you’ve built. Afraid to let anyone see the real you. I do, Marcella. I see you and tonight, I want all of you.”
His words cut through me, stripping away the layers of defense I’ve built over the years. I’m exposed, vulnerable, and yet…I know I won’t run anymore. I’ve been fantasizing about this moment for too long. I want to be here with Seamus.
He steps closer, his body inches from mine. Heat radiates off him. My breath hitches as his hand slides down to my hip, his touch firm but gentle.
“You don’t have to be afraid,” he whispers, his lips brushing against my ear. “I’m gonna take care of you.”
I close my eyes, my mind spinning. This is inappropriate. Morally. Ethically. Except, my body responds to him instinctively, leaning into his touch, craving more. He tilts my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze.
“Tell me you want this,” he drawls like liquid sex. “Tell me you want me .”
I should say no. I should push him away. The words coming out of my mouth are the opposite.
“Yes,” I whisper. “I want you more than anything.”
“Thank Christ. I can't resist you.” His lips crash down on mine, and the world tilts.
The kiss is fierce, hungry. It steals the breath from my lungs and sends sparks through me like I’ve never known. When his hands move to my hips to pull me to him, I instinctively flinch and he leans back, concerned.
Goddammit. My insecurities always fuck things up. Why am I so self-conscious? Aware of every extra pound. My arms cross over my stomach as I shift uncomfortably under his intense gaze.
“Please don’t hide. Let me worship you.” He nuzzles my ear and yanks me flush against the hard plane of his body. “You deserve pleasure. Your curves are exquisite .”
I melt into him, hands tangling in his hair. Seamus’s lips press against mine with slow, deliberate intensity. His tongue traces the seam of my mouth before he deepens the kiss, exploring every curve and contour with a hunger leaving me breathless and trembling.
When he finally breaks the kiss and looks down at me with dark, smoldering eyes, his hands slide to the front of my blazer and he unbuttons it. “You’re perfect. Every inch of you.”
I glance around the empty hospital room, the sterile scent of antiseptic lingering in the air, mixing with the heat radiating off him. The silence is unnerving, amplifying the sound of my own unsteady breathing.
“Are you sure about this?” I whisper, my fingers curling into his shirt as I look up at him. “Won’t someone come in?”
Seamus’s lips twitch, yet there’s something serious in his gaze.
“This floor is being renovated next week. It’s been cleared of all patients and staff.
” He drags a slow hand down my back, grounding me.
“The bed’s clean. Sterile.” He leans in, his breath warm against my ear.
“No one’s coming. No one will hear us. No one will ever know we’ve been here. ”
Then his lips are on my neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down to my collarbone until I can’t think anymore.
My blazer falls to the floor, followed by my blouse, and his hands are everywhere, exploring, claiming.
Deft fingers unclasp my bra, peeling the cups away, exposing my puckered nipples.
He drinks in the sight of me, causing a flush to rise from my chest.
“You have most luscious breasts I’ve ever seen,” he breathes.
Seamus cups them in his palms, swiping his thumbs across my peaks. I gasp because I’ve visualized him doing this to me so many times. Now it’s happening and the actual sensation arrows straight to my core.
He lowers his head, taking one nipple deep into the wet heat of his mouth. I cry out, pleasure spiking as he sucks me, nibbling then laving it with his tongue before switching to the other. He takes his time, worshiping them until I'm writhing and flushed, shamelessly moaning with pleasure.
When he finally lifts his head, my nipples are swollen and glistening.
“I need to taste the rest of you,” he rasps.
His strong hands smooth down my sides, tracing the dip of my waist and flare of my hips with appreciation. He unzips my skirt and lets it drop to the ground before plunging his fingers down the front of my panties.
“God. You’re so wet for me,” Seamus growls, gaze locked on his fingers dragging through my glistening folds.
He places one hand low on my belly, making me acutely aware of every soft curve. There's no judgment in his eyes, only hot, avid hunger. He lifts me effortlessly onto the crisp, white hospital bed and lays me down gently.
His eyes never leave mine as he removes his scrubs, revealing a body even more breathtaking than I imagined. His muscles are defined. Skin golden, smooth and warm. Good Lord, his thick, gorgeous cock juts out proudly.
Much bigger than I ever comprehended.
I want to touch him. He catches my hand and intertwines our fingers, leaning down to kiss me again.
This time, it’s slower, more tender, and it makes my chest ache with something I can’t name.
His free hand trails down my side, leaving a trail of fire in its wake, and I arch into his touch, craving more.
Seamus moves to the base of the bed and seizes my ankles. “I’m gonna worship your pussy for a while. I’ve never wanted anything so badly.”
His words send a shiver down my spine, and I feel tears prick at the corners of my eyes. No man has ever looked at me like this. Like I’m something precious. Something to be cherished.
For the first time in my thirty-seven years, I let myself believe it to be true.
Seamus presses my thighs up, exposing my soaking folds with his thumbs. The first wet stroke of his tongue against my clit wrests a strangled cry from my throat. He moans into my heat, like I'm the tastiest treat he's ever eaten.
“So responsive,” he rumbles against my slick flesh. “Fucking delicious.”
He takes his time, exploring every inch of my pussy, lapping up my juices and swirling his tongue around my swollen bud again and again, winding me tighter. Two long fingers slide into my channel, pumping slowly, curling against a spot deep inside I’ve never been able to locate.
In seconds, I'm mindless with pleasure, bucking into his mouth wantonly, chasing the ecstasy he's stoking. I’m out of control. My hips rock in time with his clever fingers and sinful tongue. When he sucks hard on my clit, I fly apart, screaming his name as my walls clamp around him greedily.
He continues to explore every inch of my pussy with his hands and mouth, until I’m mindless and floating from coming over and over again. I’m writhing, so overstimulated I can’t take one more minute yet Seamus manages to wring one more shudder from me before withdrawing his fingers.
The Orgasm Whisperer. I get it now. His reputation is well earned.
Soothingly, he presses kisses to my inner thighs before rising up and wiping his glistening mouth.
This time when I reach for him, he guides my hand to grasp his thick cock. “Yeah. Touch me.”
I feel clumsy and hesitant. Seamus is patient, coaxing.
He shows me exactly how he likes it, his deft fingers covering mine.
Together we stroke his impressive length, from root to tip.
His velvety skin burns against my palm, pulsing with his rapid heartbeat.
His eyes are heavy-lidded. Mouth slack. He grunts in short, throaty bursts to my rhythm.
Seeing him lost to pleasure, muscles taut, head thrown back as he rocks into my fist—it's the most erotic sight I've ever witnessed. I feel powerful, bringing this sexy man to the brink.
Seamus stops me before he hits his peak. “I don’t want to come like this. I’d like to be inside you.”
Wait, what? Is he really choosing me? Why?
“Do you want a condom? I’m on the pill. I’m clean…” I hear myself saying. “Are you sure?”
“I am sure. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” He notches his cock at my entrance, watching in awe as he slowly sinks into my body, stretching me exquisitely. A helpless whimper escapes both of us simultaneously.
He fills me completely. Like I’m meant for him.
Seamus sets a sensual pace, each deep thrust winding me tighter. I moan encouragement, lost to the unbelievable sensations of fucking the man I’ve wanted more than anything. Somehow he manages to hit the same perfect spot inside me over and over with every roll of his hips.
“Oh, yeah. Clench around me, baby,” he gasps. “God. I never imagined…ah yeah .”
My walls instinctively squeeze his driving cock. We move together in perfect sync, panting and moaning. The room is filled with the erotic slap of flesh on flesh, the musky scent of our sex.
“Look at me,” Seamus demands. Our eyes lock as the tension crests. I shatter completely, waves of intense release crashing over me. Seeing me come undone triggers his own climax. He shouts my name, spilling deep inside me.
Spent, he collapses on top of me, sweat-slicked and sated. We stay joined for a while until he softens and slips out. He shifts to curve his body around me protectively and wind me tightly in his embrace, my back to his front. Presses a tender kiss to my shoulder as our breathing slows.
He’s heat and hunger and every mistake I swore I’d never make.
I have no regrets.
For once—
Being ruined feels right.